Diaper Dandy

Jul 18, 2012 by Lauren

You know it’s going to be a bad day when your husband wakes you up because he has to go fix a broken irrigator and the dog has just thrown up for the second time…on the carpet.

 

Welcome to my yesterday.

 

I felt relieved because G$ was taking a nap and, therefore, not in the middle of the dog vomit mess.  At least, I felt relieved until he woke up from his nap and I, immediately upon entering the room, smelled what I HOPED was a Diaper Genie Disaster, or DGD, as I like to say.

 

I picked up G$ and my hopes were dashed.  There was no DGD, it was his actual diaper causing the smell.

 

The poor kid avoided a full diaper blowout by the seat of his pants, literally.  If he hadn’t been sitting when I found him, it would’ve gone EVERYWHERE, because it was 100% diarrhea.  Turns out we DID have a DGD after I put that rotten diaper in the Diaper Genie.  And then the dog rolls in and I start worrying that I’m going to be cleaning up her vomit AND mine if I don’t get this taken care of ASAP.

 

After I cleaned him up, I started to feel guilty because I asked our babysitter to come over that day because I had some office work to do.  But, I thought it would be ok because both the “kids” probably got everything out of their system.  And, to be fair, G$ is teething, so I figured that’s what caused the diaper dandy.  I even warned our sitter about the morning’s events.

 

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?

 

About 3 hours later, the poor babysitter texts to let me know that G$ has had 3 more diaper “situations,” threw up in his crib and was sitting in it.

 

After a quick phone call to the pediatrician, I learned that it could be teething or a viral thing, so I pretty much had to wait it out unless things got REALLY bad.  Because, apparently, they were not already really bad.

 

I had a previous committment that night, and since G$ was acting fine, eating, playing, etc., I decided to honor my plans.  Adam told me later that there was more diaper fun while I was gone AND, to make things extra interesting, I’d purchased new diapers but accidentally left them in the car which, of course, was with me an hour from home.  Oops.  He threatened to use a pair of my underwear and duct tape if it happened again but, luckily for all of us, it didn’t.  Crisis averted.

 

Moral of the story: Sometimes being a parent is really gross.